A return to the office on Monday morning confronted me with an unwelcome surprise before I even had my first cup of coffee. While it was 8 a.m. in Maryland, it was already 7 p.m. Monday evening in Tokyo. Apparently the day had seen a major blow up between our Japanese partner and the President of our joint venture. I was the guy who had championed both, so I was who our CEO wanted to see post haste.
It seemed that, in order to gain some additional distribution of our products on the island of Hokkaido, the President of our joint venture, Moise Yakindo, had entered into an agreement with a firm that was a competitor of our partner. The issue was that our partner’s distribution capabilities were close to non-existent on Japan’s northernmost island, and despite Moise’s pleas to expand them, no efforts to do so were forthcoming. Moise apparently had had enough and had taken the bull by the horns. Now they wanted him fired.
This would not be resolved in one, two, or a million trans-Pacific phone calls. My quickly scheduled flight to Tokyo would be taking off from Dulles International at 5 p.m., just enough time to return home, pack and find my passport. I did call Moise, but he didn’t tell me anything that I didn’t already know or hadn’t already guessed, so I told him what time I was arriving and asked him to pick me up. I wasn’t in a good mood and it wasn’t the most pleasant conversation. It was a lousy start to the week.
The flight from Washington to Tokyo comes within a hundred miles or so of flying directly over the North Pole and every time I’d done it, I couldn’t look at that barren polar scene and not think about what it would be like for the early explorers who were vainly seeking the fabled, but non-existent, northwest passage from Europe to Asia.
I couldn’t sleep, so I pulled out my folio and began to write. It was just these kinds of times that had prompted me a number of years previously to pass the hours by writing stories. In my youth, I had been exposed to some of the bawdy works of Victorian Erotica which not only served as inspiration for my earliest experiments in sexual self abuse, but also triggered what had become a lifelong curiosity about sex and sexual roles of men and women. My stories began to emulate those that I’d read so many years ago, but in a much more contemporary style.
Recently, I had been invited to join an exclusive and very secretive group called the Freyja Club, which not only met, but far surpassed anything that I’d ever encountered or even imagined existed in the realm of erotica. I hadn’t yet gotten through my first year, but I’d already met some fascinating people in this club and I’d decided that I would base my new stories on what they’d shared with me about their own lives. I had just finished Michelle’s and now I was on to Nancy.
As my thoughts pushed the real purpose of my trip into the background, my pen flew as I recounted how I had first encountered Nancy in the Canadian Embassy and then later, in one of those jokes that God sometimes plays on mere mortals, in the Freyja Club. I thought her narrative of how she had transformed herself from a shy and reclusive secretary to an unabashed ‘oral slut’ was more than worthy of being honored by my humble chronicle of her journey, and I had just finished describing her first blowjob as the plane began its descent into Tokyo, coincidentally, over the island of Hokkaido.
Passport Control and Customs were predictably efficient as only the Japanese seem to achieve, and Moise was waiting exactly where I expected. It was already midnight, so I was looking forward to about twelve hours of nonstop sleep. Moise had booked two rooms at the ANA Hotel near the Ginza, so we kept it light for the drive into the city. Fact finding and damage control could wait until morning.
Well, I didn’t sleep for twelve hours for the simple reason that at first light my body woke up and said “time for a run.” I’d been doing five miles almost every morning since I was about sixteen, so I’d become somewhat compulsive about this morning ritual before breakfast.
The Ginza District isn’t very conducive for long uninterrupted jogs, so as much as I disliked treadmills, I headed to the fitness center and was surprised to discover one of the new programmable models that alters the incline and speed. It was a welcome change from the usual monotony, so forty minutes later I was covered in sweat and ready for a shower and the hotel’s breakfast buffet.
I called Moise and an hour later we were sitting in the Ginza Cafe, and he started telling me his side of the story that had yanked me from a nice Monday morning in Maryland halfway around the world to my present location at a hotel in the heart of Tokyo. Unfortunately, I was more than familiar with the situation.
Like most modern corporations, our Japanese partner operated a number of businesses, many of which had nothing to do with our joint venture. The company that Moise had identified in Hokkaido was a good fit from his point of view since they had a compatible product line that augmented his own. Unfortunately, it appeared that a different division of this company was engaged in a bitter contract battle with one of our partner’s businesses.
After breakfast, I decided that I needed to make some phone calls, so I told Moise that I’d come out and visit the venture’s operation in the afternoon and have dinner with the key management. It would be something they’d expect and I didn’t want to make things worse by an unintentional snub.
My first call was to Yoshimura Atigi. “Yoshi” was a Tokyo attorney that I’d developed a close relationship with over the years. He had assisted in the original negotiation that had created the venture and was not only a good legal mind, but had demonstrated an impressive understanding of how business is actually conducted in Japan. If I had any hope of defusing the situation, he would be a key asset. He was out, but his secretary booked me for an appointment for the following day.
The second call was to our partner’s Chairman. He was also currently unavailable, but another appointment was secured for Thursday along with the firm’s general counsel. The two of them were the partner’s representatives on the venture’s Board of Directors, so I needed to speak with both.
The last call was to Paul Gleeson. Paul was the independent Chairman of the Venture’s Board. He was the head of the Stanford Research Institute (Japan), and was an American expat who had lived in Japan since the mid 1950’s. He answered the phone himself, so I spent the next hour bringing him up to date on the current crisis. It would be the Venture Board of Directors that would make the ultimate decision about Moise, so Paul’s was a critical vote.
The next three days were a whirlwind of activity. As I expected, Yoshi’s quick grasp of the situation and advice was invaluable and he rearranged his schedule to accommodate my needs. In fact, I chose to include him in my Thursday meeting with Kanjisan and Toyosan, the partner’s Chairman and General Counsel. That meeting went exactly as I expected. With Yoshi’s help we both outlined our positions on the matter in the frustratingly oblique way that is customary in Japan. Most of the conversation was conducted in Japanese, so I had to wait for Yoshi to get me up to date later. Thankfully, it was in the hotel bar over two cold Sapporo’s. His take was that Kanjisan was intransant, but he thought he could convince Toyosan to our point of view. I told him to hurry. We’d agreed to convene the Board the following Tuesday.
As Friday dawned, I felt that I’d done as much as I could do. Always the good host, Moise was prepared to entertain me through the rest of my visit, but I told him that I was fine and to go home and spend the weekend with his family. I had been to Japan many times and that I could take care of myself. Secretly, I was conscious of the small card I carried in my wallet with the phone numbers of the twenty Freyja Clubs around the world and I wanted to definitely check out Tokyo.
That afternoon I dialed the number and it was immediate answered as I expected by a female voice, “Kon’nichiwa, F.C.”
When I responded in English, the woman identified herself as “Akiko,” and said, “Hello, F.C.” I gave her my name, my birth date and the four digit ID number I’d been assigned when I joined and waited while Akiko verified who I was. When she did, she asked how she might be of help. When I told her that I wanted to visit the club that evening, she helpfully spelled out the address, but told me that they were located outside of Tokyo proper and offered to send a limo to pick me up. I graciously accepted her kind offer, so at precisely eight o’clock that evening a black Toyota sedan pulled up at the hotel entrance and “Miko” began weaving his way north through the insane Tokyo traffic.
Forty minutes later we pulled into a long drive and were stopped briefly at a guard station, but when Miko was identified we were quickly waved through and I was deposited in front of what looked like a large three story mansion. I looked around, but saw no other structures in view, but as it was dark, I couldn’t be sure. I did notice that two more cars were coming up the driveway and Milo was pulling away to make room.
I walked up the half dozen steps to the front door and was surprised when I didn’t need to unlock it with the tiny ID chip that was embedded under the skin between my left thumb and forefinger. Inside was the standard Freyja Club reception room. A burly guard sat at a desk with several computer monitors that I knew showed images from several surveillance cameras around the building, and one that would show my membership profile when I scanned my ID. Directly behind the guard was the usual mahogany door with the Viking ship motif and further to the right was the leaded glass Swan door that I knew led to the ladies “undressing room.” As with all Freyja Clubs, females were required to be naked while in the club itself and so, at the entrance, men proceeded through the Viking door and women entered through a second Swan door once relieved of their clothing.
Immediately inside, I was greeted by name by a pretty Japanese hostess who’s silver tiara said her name was “Hiroko.” Like most young Japanese women, she was short, barely five feet, but unlike the majority. nature had richly endowed her with beautifully shaped heavy breasts. I immediately thought about Rachel. the hostess in the Washington club whose own magnificent tits welcomed my every visit and I casually wondered if it was one of the prerequisites for that particularly job.
Hiroko glanced at her monitor and noted that it was my first visit to this particular club and inquired if I wished to be given a tour. So far I had been in three clubs; Paris, New York and Washington, and all had been similar, but I nodded and Hiroko asked me to take a seat in the waiting area by the Swan door and she picked up a phone from under her podium and spoke briefly to whoever was on the other end. Then she gave me a big smile and turned to welcome the next guest.
As I’ve described in the past. Every club had a waiting area immediately adjacent to the women’s exit door into the club. The couches there were intended to be used by men who are awaiting the women who accompanied them to the club, but I also noted it was a popular gathering place, particular early in the evening, for unaccompanied males to ogle the naked feminine beauty that was streaming into the club through the Swan door. In that respect, it was the nicest waiting area I’d ever seen.
A few minutes later I saw a very nice looking woman approach Hiroko who pointed at me. When she turned and walked in my direction, I could see her smallish tits jiggle, but I was most facínated by the delicious delta of her pubes that were bare as a baby’s cheeks. There’s just something about watching a totally naked woman walk that I find immensely arousing. Wider hips dictate that they walk with a rolling gait that males find so wonderfully exciting, and when seen from the front, even doubly so.
The woman stopped in front of me and extended her slim hand and introduced herself as “Megumi.” From my sitting position, my face was only a couple of feet away from her pubic mound and even at that distance I could smell her distinctive female aroma and I had to stifle the urge to ignore her proffered hand and just bury my face in her cunt.
Of course I didn’t, like the fool I am, I got up and shook her hand, introduced myself and told her how beautiful she was. I think Megumi blushed at my compliment, but asked if I wished to sit and talk at the bar before the tour, or did I wish to get on with it. I offered that a drink first might be in order. Megumi gave me a big smile and I followed her rolling hips to the bar area. I took a seat at one of the high tables and she asked my drink preference and turned and relayed the order to one of the bartenders.
Megumi said that she was usually a bartender herself, but since most guests were over in the restaurant or heading to one of the ‘activities’ it was a relatively slow period at the bar so that’s why she was selected to be my tour guide.
I explained in general who I was and how I’d come to be a member of the club and Megumi seemed facínated by my story of finding an engraved invitation in the middle of the night on an Air France flight over the North Atlantic.
She told me that she’d worked at the club for three years and was into a relationship with one of the other female bartenders. They’d both been recruited by one of the members and she expressed that it was the most wonderful job she could imagine. Megumi must have anticipated my unsaid question, but she added that both she and ‘Tomiko’ had sexual relations with both male and female members on occasion and often they’d go back to their apartment and share their stories while making love. I had always been facínated by the tales that the club’s staff told me of how they managed their private personal lives with the demands of their jobs, and Megumi was giving me another example of how it was possible.
The Tokyo club proved to be somewhat different than the three that I had previously visited. Obviously it wasn’t located in an urban setting which ended up making a big difference. Near the back of the building we looked out over a beautiful lighted garden through large picture windows and further back were the Japanese baths. Known as Sento’s they consisted of four areas. The first was the hot bath pool where several men and women were soaking in the steamy water. The next pool was much smaller but it was ice cold. The general idea was to plunge into it for a couple of minutes straight from the hot bath. The third area was the sauna. Dry heat to reopen the pores. The final room was for a massage or just to relax. Men were provided with white terry cloth robes, but of course, women were expected to remain naked. One couple was actively fucking and another woman was giving a man on a plinth a nice handjob, but the majority were sitting in loungers smoking or sipping drinks, and three were asleep.
Megumi offered that this was her favorite area, but that she could only use it if she was specifically asked by a member. I asked if she was fishing for such an invitation and she blushed at my question.
As with all the other clubs, the ‘activity suites’ were located on the second floor, as was the ‘Rankō rūmu’ which was the Japanese equivalent of the orgy rooms I’d seen elsewhere. I noted that it seemed that the Japanese preferred public debauchery to the private version as there were much fewer ‘activity suites,’ and the
‘Rankō rūmu’ was heavily populated by people engaged in every imaginable combination of sexual perversion. ‘Anaru,’ or analingus, seemed to be particularly popular as five women and one man were getting their butts plugged. When I glanced at Megumi, I could see her licking her lips as she watched one of the women moan out her pleasure and I casually wondered if this was something else that Megumi would welcome an invitation from me.
I glanced quickly into the Gentleman’s Smoking Room. But it was empty at the moment.
We walked down a broad staircase back to the main level and Megumi escorted me to the ‘Board.’ I was surprised that the board monitor was a Caucasian lass by the name of Tintin. I discovered that she was an Aussie who had married a Japanese national while both were students at a university in Kyoto. Her husband was an airline steward on Nippon, and she laughingly told me that he was probably getting laid during his layover in Singapore. I did wonder about their conversations, “honey, you’ll never guess what the guy who was fucking me said…”
As we were talking, I glanced at some of the posts. In general, I had not made any extensive use of the ‘board,’ since it seemed to be overly populated by gays and people with weird fetishes like toe sucking and double penetrated requests, but one, written in both Kanji and English did catch my eye. It said simply; “female 4 cock worship.”
When I asked Tintin about the card, she looked around quickly and said, “she was just here. I’d never seen her before. Let me look.” Tintin asked Megumi to mind the board for a minute and I watched Tintin’s cute butt as she walked into the bar.
I nodded at the card and raised an eyebrow in a silent question to Megumi. She thought for a moment and said, “I think we’re all facínated by what men have between their legs. I’ve worshiped one or two and I wouldn’t turn down another opportunity,” she said with a big grin. “I’ll keep you in mind,” I retorted,” and I might even throw in the bath.” That got a nice affirming laugh, but I doubted that she’d refuse the invitation.
At just that moment, Tintin returned and had a woman in tow that, to me, looked more Filipino than Japanese, but on closer inspection, perhaps a little of both. She introduced me to “Lei,” a name which I understood was pronounced “lay,” and my mind immediately jumped to the opinion that it was a perfect name for a Freyja Club female.
I could see Lei give me a quick once-over as I did the same to her. She was about forty I thought and had beautiful olive skin. Her hair was long with a little bit of natural curl, much different from the straight hair of Japanese women and I thought in the right light that it also showed a touch of brown. The biggest difference however was her naked pubes. Most of the Japanese women I’d observed were clean shaven like Megumi, and the ones that didn’t had pubic hair that reminded me of brillo pads. Lei was au naturel but sported a silky mound that didn’t at all appear to be Asian.
Lei was unabashedly staring at my crotch and when I glanced down, I could see my arousal was becoming visible. Lei only had one question; “Are you circumcised?” When I nodded in the affirmative, she asked Tintin for a suite key and then turning to me she took my arm and said, “Shall we?”
I waved goodbye to Megumi and Tintin and Lei and I walked towards the stairs. On the way, I casually asked her how she happened to be in the club unaccompanied. She laughed and said her husband who was also a member was out of town and she’d come alone tonight to ‘try something new.’ In the little bit of conversation that we had I gathered that her husband was an alpha male of the domineering variety. I’m familiar with the type, being an alpha male myself, the difference is that I can be dominant without being domineering. She said that they usually came to the club with another couple, ate dinner in the restaurant and then would adjourn to one of the activity suites where normally her husband would fuck the other wife while demanding that she describe, in pornographic detail, how much better he was than her worthless husband who was forced to sit and watch. Lei said that she might get an occasional bit of cock, but usually she and the other wife would be expected to put on a show. If they could arouse her husband for a second go, that was when she would get hers..
On the way to the room, I’d stopped at the bar that was always just outside of the activity suites. I had asked Lei what she wanted to drink and she replied, bottled water and sake. Of course sake is the national drink of Japan, so I was familiar with it, but truthfully, it isn’t one of my favorites. It does have the virtue of being 15% alcohol however, and if that’s what Lei wanted it was fine with me.
Once inside, I poured two shot glasses with the clear liquid and Lei proposed a toast to ‘cock worship.’ As an owner, I was delighted to join in the toast, but I wondered exactly what she had in mind. Lei downed her glass in a single gulp and as she did, I surveyed her body.
For her age, she was in excellent condition, but an honest appraisal of her body would have come back as ‘average.’ Her tits were smallish with nice hard nipples but there was enough meat there to cause them to slightly sag. Generally her skin was well toned and her face was ever so slightly starting to form wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but neither were yet noticeable unless you were really looking. Actually, without anyone else present to compare her to, I was more than satisfied by her appearance.
Our first kiss occurred a moment later and I definitely enjoyed the taste of her mouth and lips, including the lingering flavor of the sake. Lei ran her fingers through my hair and then played with my ears before they dropped to my shoulders and pushed my jacket off and onto the floor. For the next few minutes she would alternate between kissing my lips and undoing the buttons of my shirt.
As the bare skin of my throat and chest was slowly revealed, Lei proceeded to kiss there as well. When she had me naked from the waist up, her hands explored, squeezed and kissed all of the muscles she could reach. While Lei had said that she wished to worship my cock, it was becoming readily apparent that she was equally facínated by the entire hard male body she was slowly uncovering.
As her lips descended lower, I could hear her satisfied mews and humms. Her verbal adoration was also contributing to my own arousal as her butterfly kisses on my chest and nipples sent electric sparks in the direction of my groin. She had not yet touched me there, but I could feel blood starting to fill the channels.
Lei slipped to her knees when it came time to work on my belt and fly. She dispatched those in just a few moments and I stepped out of my pants which had joined my jacket and shirt on the floor. Shoes and socks quickly followed and all that remained were my blue boxer shorts and Lei’s objective which lay just beneath.
Her hands caressed my hard abs and she looked up as if to gain my approval for the last step. Of course there was no question that I wanted her to proceed, and I wondered if this last bit of hesitation wasn’t something left over from her husband’s treatment of her. Lei’s eyes gazed directly at the bulge in my boxers and her fingers slipped into the waistband. I felt her pull and the shorts dropped a couple of inches which revealed the first hint of pubic hair. Another pull and Lei stopped just as the shaft appeared. I saw her nostril’s flair and I suspected that she was getting the first whiff of my masculine pheromones. A few more seconds passed and Lei leaned forward and inhaled more deeply, while at the same time, I observed her hand drop and saw into the furrow between her legs. A long moan escaped and she slid her free hand from my waistband to push against my cock through my boxers.
“Oh, yes,” Lei cooed, touching my hardening shaft gently through the fabric, and enjoying the twitch that resulted from her attention. I was wondering what might be going through her mind as she gazed at my partial exposure, but whatever it was it was something that was giving her great pleasure.
Lei pressed my left leg further away from my body, opening me so that she could place licks and kisses at the crease of my hip just above the waistline. “God, you smell so fucking male.” She moaned as she turned her face to rub her cheek against my hard shaft. “I love it. I love the way you smell.”
As I watched, Lei rocked back on her hips and reinserted her fingers in the waistband. This time, the tentativeness that she’d displayed evaporated and with a decisive pull she bared my shaft to her full gaze. I had been firming from her attention and when finally released, my shaft sprang to attention and bobbed just in front of Lei’s face.
“Nanite kotoda,” she gasped as she watched me settle. I didn’t know what that meant, but the way she said it led me to believe that she liked what she saw. Lei was seemingly content to just gaze at the column of flesh in front of her and watch the rush of blood that was increasing its firmness. Once she looked up to see my reaction, but it was my male appendage that attracted her most. When she finally leaned forward I was wondering if she was about to take me into her mouth, but she seemed more intent on seeking the source of the pheromones that were exciting her pussy.
Lei’s lips moved to my scrotum and took the loose skin and tugged gently, but then, to my surprise, she took one testicle into her mouth, using her tongue to move it around within the pouch. I winced, but it was from the jolt of pleasure that her tongue caused. Lei repeated her action on my other testicle, lightly sucking as she manipulated it with her tongue, and finishing with licks and kisses deep in the crease of my opposite hip.
“You’re so thick.” Lei whispered as she wrapped her hand around me. Her words gave me another jolt even though I knew for a fact that I was only average when it came to my penile development, but praise combined with fantasy, is powerful. Lei was using light pressure and only modest movement to gauge my girth, and I anxiously awaited the feel of her lips.
Actually it was her tongue that first flicked over the tip of my cock, and swirled in widening circles as she pulled down on my shaft with her hand, fully exposing my glans to her exploration. Again, eschewing a frontal assault, Lei turned her head to lick and kiss my shaft where it met my balls, pulling at the skin with her lips as she had done earlier. She laved her tongue across my balls, taking time to pull each testicle in her mouth one more time before finally licking and kissing her way back up the side of my shaft. When she ran out of cock, Lei used one hand to grasp me firmly near the base while she licked across my glans and finally over the tip, taking me partially into her mouth, tasting the salty precum that I knew I was leaking. I could feel myself watching her with increasingly heavy eyes, and I could sense my breathing turn husky.
It was at that exact moment that Lei smiled at me, and while maintaining eye contact, she took me completely into her mouth, and slid down my shaft until her lips met her hand.
“Sweet Jesus” I exclaimed as the warmth of her mouth registered and my penis jumped in response. Lei held me still for a moment savoring the musky taste of my skin and the feeling of fullness in her mouth. It was the movement of the tip of her tongue that I felt first. She had curled it and was flicking the underside of my shaft while applying a vacuum with her cheeks. The sum result of this combination of actions was stimulating the nerves in my cock to a degree that I’d seldom experienced and the pulsations in Lei’s mouth were noticeable and increasingly frequent.
At the same time as her mouth was performing its magic, she reached under and cupped my balls, rolling me in her fingers in time with the sucking tempo of her lips.
I’ve been sucked by multiple women over the years, and all have given me great pleasure as they’ve slid me into their mouths, but most have used a variation of oral stimulation that was akin to fucking. In and out, in and out, until ejaculation. However Lei was bringing me to the same place with a technique that was totally different with mostly tongue and cheek action.
Despite the rising sensitivity in my cock, I was not unaware that Lei was doing things to other parts of my body at the same time. She had begun by running her hands up and down my quivering thighs and then sliding them around to caress and squeeze my butt cheeks. She had a wonderful way of alternating between a massaging action with her palms and fingers and then change to scraping and clawing with sharp fingernails. All of this combined in a cacophony of pleasure and pain signals that was scrambling my brain.
Her actions caused me gasp for breath as I struggled to cope with the stimulus overload that Lei was orchestrating, and just when I thought she’d run out of tricks, she opened her mouth around me and rapidly breathed in, causing a rush of colder air against my cock. I involuntarily jumped and gasped, “Holy shit!”
Lei was obviously amused by my reaction as it caused her to remove me completely and she looked up and chuckled. I noticed that her eyes were wickedly playful when they met mine. Despite the brief interruption, I felt my arousal was unaffected and I could still feel the muscular pulsations that were coaxing semen up the penile channels toward my own release and I think Lei read my agony, because her gaze shifted to pure heat. She took me back into her mouth and began sucking with an increasing tempo.
I began panting, groaning and moaning. “Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yes.” I heard myself mutter through gritted teeth. My hips started moving involuntarily as she increased the speed and pressure of her stroking. Suction. Pressure. Stroking. Tonguing. Lei was now jacking me in short, fast strokes that she knew would send me over the edge.
Hips shifting, cursing, thrusting… I was feeling totally out of control as Lei brought me expertly to the edge of the abyss. I had closed my eyes tightly as I ascended the mounting wave of sensation, but as it became unbearable, I did look down and saw Lei’s eyes gazing back. It was with the image of those eyes burning into my brain that finally sent me into a pulsing, shooting, shouting orgasm. I grabbed her head as my release emptied into her mouth. Somewhere through the haze, I heard a cough and repeated gasping sounds, but I was absorbed in the primeval act of ejaculation and unable to process much outside of the sensation of liquid fire spewing from my cock. I think I was dimly aware of Lei’s efforts to swallow my load as fast as I came, but I had no idea of how successful her efforts were, nor did I particularly care.
It’s always hard, after the fact, to understand the insane level of self absorption I feel in the moments of sexual release. I’ve always taken pride in my feelings of affection and caring for the women who’ve allowed me to share their bodies, so it’s always with intense dismay that I reflect on the selfishness of my actions in those few moments. But its happened so many times that I know it’s out of my hands.
Later, I learned that Lei had kept up suction and pressure, as she worked furiously to swallow, she had massaged my balls, milking me as I cursed and gasped through gritted teeth while I ejaculated.
When I regained my sanity, Lei had wiped her mouth and was pouring two more glasses from the sake bottle. As Lei had done, I chugged the whole glass and the fire in my throat helped to dampen the fire in my groin.
I pulled back the comforter on the bed and I doused the lights and fumbled for the music activation button that I assumed had to be on the side of the bed stand as it was in all the other clubs. I finally found it, but while the song was familiar, I couldn’t immediately place it. I drew Lei’s naked body close and she laid her head on my shoulder.
In those first few moments of closeness, I desperately want to know “how was it for you?” But I’ve learned over the years to let the answer to that question emerge naturally, so I asked Lei to tell me more about herself.
It seems that Lei’s mother was from the Philippine island of Boracay. At the age of sixteen she had come to Japan to work as a domestic servant just prior to the start of the Second World War, and had been stranded in Japan after the onset of hostilities and the Japanese conquest of the Philippines. In 1942 she lost her virginity to one of the sons of the family that she worked for. Lei was the result of that union, hence her mixed racial heritage. The son became a naval aviator and had sailed off to the Battle of Midway, from which he never returned, so Lei never met her father.
By the time Lei had finished her narrative, I had developed a craving for the hot baths I’d seen earlier. Lei agreed, so I quickly dressed and we headed in that direction. Of course, when we got there, I had to undress again, but as I led Lei into the steamy water, I could sense the tension I still felt begin to disappear. There were a dozen people in the bath with both genders represented about equally. Most Japanese baths are segregated, but since this one was in a Freyja Club, that custom seemed pointless here. So Lei and I snuggled up close on one of the benches and soaked neck deep in the bubbling water.
When we were beginning to feel like lobsters in the pot, I escorted Lei to the relaxation room, eschewing both the cold bath and the sauna on the way. We ended up together in a double lounger and, out of consideration for Lei, I remained naked as we were served ice water and more sake. My orgasm, the hot bath, the sake and the pleasant music all combined to make me sleepy and I know I slept for about an hour. When I awoke, I felt Lei’s hand caressing my flaccid cock, and when she saw that I was awake she gave me a nice smile and a pleasant kiss. There was a clock on the wall that read one a.m. and I asked Lei if she was ready to call it a night.
“Do you think you’ll come back tomorrow?” Lei asked. Since I had every intention of doing so, I smiled with anticipation and nodded. “We could stay here.” She replied.
Like a thunderbolt, the logic of her suggestion hit me. Of course, the hotel. Every Freyja Club had one, but I’d never stayed in it for various reasons, but the prospect of avoiding Tokyo traffic was immediately quite appealing. I assumed that her use of the word “we” indicated that she wanted to stay with me.
When we returned to the main floor, I immediately walked over to Hiroko and she called and confirmed that there was a room available and she gave me the directions of how to find the entrance. As with all of the Freyja Club’s, the hotel was adjacent to, but separate from, the club itself. I had been told that this was because non-members occasionally stayed there. I was still puzzled by that answer, but since I had a long list of unanswered questions about the club in general, it wasn’t the only one.
Lei left to get dressed and I waited for a minute, then met her outside the Swan door. She was dressed in a typical off white skirt with a red blouse and was carrying a beige coat. The entrance to the hotel was down a long hall that wrapped around one side of the building. We found a small lobby with a woman behind a desk. She obviously knew we were coming because she already had a registration card and a key ready. I signed the card and checked the block that said, ‘charge to my account.’
Obviously, neither of us had any luggage, so we just went to the elevator that was located a few steps away. All of the hotel rooms were located on the third floor above the club proper and ours was halfway down the hall on the right. The room itself looked exactly like any one of the thousand rooms I’d stayed in around the world; a king sized bed, dresser, a couple of lounge chairs, a radio which was playing soft romantic music, a TV, a full bath with a nice sized shower and an honor bar. I asked Lei if she wanted anything and she said “orange juice.” I opted for a Sapporo and we quickly disrobed and got into bed. It felt nice to slip under the weighty comforter but even better to feel Lei’s soft skin next to me.
Before we did anything else, I needed to call the ANA Tokyo and see if I’d gotten any messages. There was one and it was from Yoshi. It was brief, but he said that he had a lead on a possible solution to our problem, but he would coordinate with Moise, and he would call back, probably late Monday. That was good news. No mention of any involvement by me, so I decided to just leave it in his hands and give my individual attention to Lei.
I casually turned on the TV and wasn’t surprised to see the normal array of Japanese television channels plus the BBC and CNN, but there were a few more, all pornographic. Two channels carried movies which were in English with Japanese subtitles, the last was just a compilation of clips of, mostly, Japanese men and women, fucking, sucking, and engaging in every other conceivable sexual activity. This was pure ‘stroke’ material. When I looked at Lei, she sort of shrugged her shoulders, and I agreed. I switched off the TV and put my arms around her naked body.
Other than some ‘touchy feely’ in the hot pool, I really hadn’t felt much of Lei’s body, so I wanted to make up for that lost time. As I said, her breasts were on the smallish side, but they had a nice soft spongy feel in my hand and I played with them while we kissed. Since one of my arms was pinned behind her shoulders, there was only my other one available to explore. The same was pretty much true for Lei as well, but as I’d observed for most of the night, her interest was focused on my cock and that’s where I felt her fingers.
As she curled her warm hand around my flaccid dick, it gave a little jump, but remained soft as she rolled it and my balls around in her palm. She didn’t seem disappointed that her ministrations weren’t stimulating an arousal, in fact she whispered that she was enjoying the feel of me just the way I was. I certainly was as well, and soon I returned the favor when my free hand slipped down and fingered her pussy. For a few minutes we just played like teenagers with hands buried in each other’s genitals and softly kissing, until we both began to get sleepy. I turned off the light, but kept the music playing, then we both scrunched down into a spoon position and within minutes we both fell asleep.
It had been awhile since I’d actually spent the entire night in bed with a woman, in fact it had been almost a month since Karen and I had done so in one of our infrequent get together’s, so I was immensely enjoying the feel of Lei’s warm skin pressed against mine. I can’t remember any time during the night when I was fully awake, but there were occasions when I was close in one of those Never Neverland moments when you could be aware of such things. I wondered if Lei was having the same sort of experiences.
It must have been around seven a.m. when I did come fully awake and found that we had shifted positions during the night. I was on my back with my arm around Lei who’d pushed her pillow against my shoulder. One of her legs was laying directly on my cock and I became aware that the combination of her warm skin pressing against my normal ‘morning wood’ erection was pleasurable to say the least. Lei was still sound asleep but I could feel her rhythmic breathing and the beat of her heart against my chest.
As all men know, ‘morning wood’,’ isn’t true sexual arousal, it’s just your body teasing you. I knew if I awakened Lei and suggested some ‘early morning delight,’ I would lose the erection before we ever got in position. So with that knowledge, my mind moved on to plans for the day, while continuing to enjoy the tease.
I knew the club wouldn’t open until six p.m. so our choices were going to be somewhat limited. Of course the prospect of just continuing to spend the entire day in bed with Lei wouldn’t be the worst thing that ever happened to me, but perhaps there might be some other options. I knew that breakfast and lunch would be via room service since the hotel had no independent dining facilities. Normally at this time of the morning, I’d be in the middle of a five mile run, but I had neither the clothes nor the inclination to disturb the naked woman.that was half on top of me, so I just kissed the tip of Lei’s head and drifted back to sleep.
Perhaps an hour later, I felt her stir. Her eyes fluttered open and found mine gazing into hers. I felt her body stretch and she whispered, “You weren’t a dream.” I smiled at her innocent comment and said what I thought was a cute rejoinder, “No. I’m not, but you certainly were.” Lei smiled back and ignored the fact that I was obviously flattering her.
I rolled slightly which brought us face to face and I kissed her on the lips. Perhaps it’s just some kind of fetish if mine, but I really love the musky taste of a woman’s mouth in the morning. I know some people think it’s gross, but I am attracted to the earthy flavor of their morning breath and have been pleasantly surprised when it’s almost always reciprocated.
When we broke the kiss, Lei pushed herself to a sitting position and as she did, I noticed that her breasts hung nicely from her chest and jiggled slightly before coming to rest. She stretched her arms over her head which did even more to emphasize her tits that were just a few inches from my face. I was tempted to just lean forward and capture a delicious looking nipple in my mouth when Lei made a mood breaking announcement, “I need to pee.”
Well I did too, so we both padded toward the bathroom. When Lei saw me standing in the doorway as she sat on the toilet, I could see a smile cross her face when she realized what I was waiting for. Just as I heard the first tinkle in the bowl she parted her legs which gave me an unobstructed view of her stream. When she finished, she wiped herself and got up. “Your turn,” she said.
I walked forward, but was surprised when Lei reached and held my erection with her fingertips. Then, she pressed down so that I was aimed in the correct direction. I relaxed and my flow started immediately. Lei seemed fixated on the pale yellow stream that started as a dribble but soon turned into a torrent. At the same time as I could feel my cock to begin to deflate, Lei extended her other hand and into the stream. I raised an eyebrow at her brazzen action, but she wasn’t looking at my face. Her concentration was directed elsewhere.
When I finished, I saw her rub her fingers together and brought them to her nose, inhaling deeply. I’ve been told that urine is loaded with pheromones and I assumed that Lei was aware of this fact. I was, however, unprepared when she then licked her wet fingers, and pinched her lips together savoring the taste of me.
I’ll admit that while I’m aware that some people seem to enjoy the sexual fetish of ‘watersports,’ I’m not one of them. On the other hand, I can remember a couple of times when I was able to bring a woman to a climax with my mouth that I was sure that what I tasted in their orgasmic fluids was probably urine, and I didn’t find the taste of that mixture to be repulsive.
So, perhaps I was just sending a message to Lei that I understood her motivation and desire, when I leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. When I did, she grabbed my face with both hands and pushed her tongue forward and soon we were heavily into an exchange of saliva.
With bladders now empty, I led Lei back to the bed and laid her on her back, then I crawled in beside her and cupped one of her breasts. “That was pretty amazing,” was all that I could stupidly think of to say. I saw Lei smile and look down at my now deflated cock resting against her thigh. “I told you I worship men’s cocks,” and then pausing for effect she looked into my eyes and continued, “and everything that comes out of them.” I immediately wondered If that was the invitation that I thought it was, I would be giving it a hell of a lot of thought before I’d be willing to try that one.
Of more immediate concern to me was breakfast. I got a nod from Lei and I reached for the room service menu that was in the bed stand. While there were some western choices, I had been to Japan often enough to have tried some of the traditional offerings, and one of my favorites was Tamago Kake Gohan. This is essentially a bowl of white steamed rice, topped with a raw egg, soy sauce and salt. It’s actually pretty delicious and when I mentioned it to Lei, she smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign. I called in the order and added coffee for me and green tea for Lei. Then we went back to fooling around until breakfast arrived.
Lei pulled the comforter up, but I answered the door naked. The food was delivered by a man in a porter uniform. I didn’t bother with a tip, since that was done automatically everywhere service was provided in Freyja Club’s. We ate in bed since you hold the bowl and shovel the food in with chopsticks anyway.
I asked Lei what she thought we could do until.the club opened at six. She thought for a moment and asked me if I’d ever been to Shinjuko Gyoen? I’d heard of the famous garden she mentioned, and I recalled someone telling me that it was originally built by one of the Shoguns of the Meiji Period, but I’d never been there. Lei clapped her hands and said it was only about fifteen minutes away and it would be a wonderful place to have lunch. I called the front desk and explained where we wanted to go and they said they’d have a car and driver when we were ready.
Lei wanted to take a shower, as did I, but she shooed me out of the bathroom saying if we took a shower together, not only would we not get to Shinjuko Gyoen, but we’d probably run the entire facility out of hot water. So Lei went first and I followed while she dried her hair.
The Shinjuko Gyoen was more than worth the trip. The landscape was spectacular and the gardens exquisite in the way that’s unique to the Japanese who often elevate gardens to the level.of mystic experiences. The restaurant we chose for lunch had what amounted to a man made river stocked with Koi that wound between the dining areas. I learned that Lei had learned her excellent English first at school and later as a secretary at the American Air Base at Yokota, which was about thirty miles away in the opposite direction from Tokyo. Her husband was a military attache there and it was where Lei still worked.
I also discovered that both she and her husband had first received the Freyja Club invitation. It was enclosed in a gift box that they found on their doorstep one morning. Inside the box was a beautiful incense burner and inside that was the invitation. It was the first dual invitation story that I’d encountered. I had heard of some couples being admitted together, but initially, only one had received the original invitation. My list of unanswered questions about the club increased by one.
When we returned to the hotel it was after five p.m. and we’d both broken a sweat on our afternoon walk around the garden, so it was time for another shower before we went down to the club. This time, Lei allowed my presence and it became immediately obvious that we were there for playtime more so than hygiene.
As she’d amply demonstrated to me the previous evening, Lei was enamored of male anatomy, and if not all males, then certainly mine. She seemed facínated by my muscles, especially in my shoulders and arms as she caressed them lovingly. In truth, I could find no fault in her interest however, as I was equally attracted to her slim frame that sported delicate looking collarbones and shoulders that then supported fragile looking arms that tapered to long fingered feminine hands.
As we washed each other, I was aware that the role of soap had been altered from its primary function as an oil emulsifier to a lubricant for our exploring hands. This was most apparent when I felt Lei’s slippery hand cup my balls and roll them lovingly. Idly, I wondered what the female mind experienced by such an intimate and potentially threatening act? Did they become aroused in the same way as I did when I weighed her spongy breasts or penetrated the wet warm hole between her legs?
The shower wasn’t large enough for us to both be under the needle spray at the same time, so to an outsider it would have appeared that we were engaged in some kind of circular dance as we soaped and kissed and caressed in a fashion where one of us rotated through our rinse cycle before making way for the other who had been lathered by exploring hands.
By the clock on the bed stand we had been at it for almost an hour when we pulled out waterlogged bodies from the shower and proceeded to redress in the only clothes we had. As we passed the front desk, I stopped briefly to make sure that it was understood that I wished to have the room for one more evening, and when I got an affirmative nod, we proceeded down the hall to the club entrance.
I had been told that the club’s busiest night was Saturday, and when we found a ten person deep line waiting to enter as soon as the club opened, I could see the truth of that statement. There was an American couple in front of us and I could overhear the man explaining to the woman with him what she needed to do once through security. Lei also heard, and was probably more sensitive to the woman’s probable anxiety than I, so I thought it was nice of her to tap the woman on the arm and offer to help.
By the time I got to the club entrance, I could see Lei herding the woman toward the Swan door and giving reassurances. A glance backwards noted that the entrance queue was still ten deep, and I decided that we’d head to the restaurant first, since it appeared that the club would be filling up fast.
Lei and the woman came out of the Swan door together and you might have excused me for staring. The woman with Lei was a knockout. Nice spongy breasts topped with baby pink nipples only captured my gaze first because of their fabulous perfection, but the rest of her hourglass figure and lovely delta weren’t far behind. I hadn’t a clue of the mouth watering example of feminine beauty that she possessed when I was standing behind her in line, and when Lei caught my eye, I was sure that she knew exactly what I was thinking. A moment later, I was being introduced to Patty and Rob.
Apparently Lei and Patty had established an immediate bond in the short time between the entrance queue and walking out together naked through the Swan door. We were headed to the restaurant and so were they, so it only made sense for us to invite them to sit with us.
Over four glasses of superb Merlot, we exchanged life stories. It turned out that Rob was a professional baseball pitcher who had spent twelve years in the Major Leagues and had played for the Minnesota Twins and the St.Louis Cardinals. I didn’t tell him, but even though I casually followed baseball, I’d never heard of him. He was now squeezing out a couple of more big paydays pitching in the Japanese League with the Yakult Swallows. Unfortunately, he was currently on injured reserve for an inflamed elbow and that’s why he was in the Freyja Club with Patty rather in Nagoya with the team.
Patty was Rob’s third wife and was easily ten years younger than the rest of us. She had recently completed the trifecta, moving from girlfriend to mistress to wife. She had been one of the traveling secretaries for the Cardinals when she’d met Rob, and as I well knew, constant travel is a lonely affair even when you’re with a group. As I suspected, it was only Patty’s second visit to a club, and her first in Japan since she’d just flown in a couple of days ago.
It seemed that they had embraced the swinger’s lifestyle and Rob said that that was their principal objective for the evening. A quick glance in Lei’s direction confirmed my suspicion that she might be more than interested in throwing her hat into the ring. While he was almost forty, Rob was still impressive. He stood about 6’2″ and there wasn’t any apparent fat on his 220 pound frame.
When I saw Patty looking at me in exactly the same way that Lei was regarding Rob, I could tell that the girls had reached a positive decision, but there was a pregnant pause while everyone around the table waited for either Rob or myself to voice the invitation. Remembering Pliny the Elder’s admonition that “Fortune favors the bold,” I was the one that did, apparently to the relief of both Lei and Patty. When Rob lifted his wine glass in a toast, the pact was sealed.
The conversation over dinner devolved into who’s recollection of infidelity and debauchery was the most noteworthy. Everyone except me had a threesome or moresome story to relate and Patty won that round with her recollection of “taking on the team” during a road trip in Chicago. He didn’t say anything, but by the look on Rob’s face, I wondered if that was new news. My story of how I had recently visited the Canadian Embassy in Washington and been escorted to my appointment by a secretary that I later encountered in the Freyja Club also got some votes.
over four glasses of Irish Coffee Rob wanted to know if we should get one room or two? As I said, group sex was new to me, but to get into Patty’s gorgeous pussy I was willing to make a concession, but it was the girls who ultimately decided the question. Without a single word passing between them, they both said “two” at exactly the same time.
Tintin was at her post at the Board and gave us two of the remaining four keys to the activity suites, or as the Japanese called them, Sekkususuītos. There was no elevator to the second floor but since we were in Japan, there was an escalator instead. I think Rob and I both enjoyed the short ride given that the girls naked butts were about face high for the duration. Just outside the first room, Lei stopped and kissed me and said that she would be looking forward to seeing me later. Since I assumed we’d be spending the night together, I certainly hoped so.
Patty and I waved goodbye to Rob and Lei and we walked a few more steps to the room we’d been assigned. I noted that it was number seven which coincidentally was considered a very lucky number. I hoped the Japanese were correct.
Once inside Patty busied herself in folding back the comforter and turning down the sheet. I made sure we had romantic music and we met at the foot of the bed. I took her in my arms and kissed her with all the warmth I could muster.
As Patty pushed my jacket off my shoulders I kissed her forehead, her temples, her cheeks and her neck. I shrugged out of my jacket and let it fall to the floor.
While still watching me, she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips. Her naked breasts fell softly on her chest with only a very slight sag, wonderfully rounded and soft.
I stripped off my polo shirt then attacked the buckle of my belt, at the same time shucking my shoes. I sat on the bed and yanked off my socks, and as I did, my face was at the same level as Patty’s beautiful pussy. Her silky pubic hair was trimmed close and neatly framed the soft hint of her slit. I thought she might have noticed my attention since it looked like she pushed her hips forward so that I couldn’t help but see.
I had to stand again to remove my pants and Patty was quick to help. As soon as I finished unbuckling my belt and unzipped my fly, her hands were inside my waistband and pushed both trousers and boxers to the floor. When I stepped out of the puddle of clothes at my feet, we were both naked.
My cock had bounced as it was freed from its confinement and, now settled, it pointed towards Patty. She looked at me and then down at my erection and said, “oh my,” I’m not sure what I was expecting, but Patty raised her leg and captured me between her legs essentially straddling my erect penis. I felt the warmth of her body engulf me at the same time I felt her tongue probe my mouth.
I had never even imagined that maneuver, but as surprising as it was, I had to acknowledge its creativity. I could feel her thighs and her vaginal muscles tighten and squeeze my member as it was imprisoned along her crease. I wasn’t sure she felt my returning pulsations, but I sure did. Patty broke our kiss to ask if I liked what she was doing. In the pantheon of silly questions, that one ranked pretty high. I returned the question and she said, “Oh yes…. I’m so ready for you,” and she bit my lips.
I only had to turn her slightly to push her onto the bed. Patty quickly scooted up and put a pillow under her head as if to watch the proceedings. As I climbed beside her she pulled her knees to her chest and opened herself fully. I could see immediately that she was indeed…”ready for me.” For a moment I considered teasing her, but one look at her face disabused me of that notion. Her labia was already open and coated with her juices, so my entry was undefended. As I slid in to the hilt, Patty threw her head back and gave out a long,”uuuhhh….oooh….uhh” sound. Her fingers dug into my back and my body tensed.
Patty’s vagina rippled as she squirmed on my cock. I didn’t dare move, I was already so sensitive that, with any effort at all, I was likely to set a world’s record for premature ejaculation. Patty looked at me, my face only inches above hers and asked the silent question. I whispered “wait a minute.” She nodded her understanding that I was too close and contented herself with just feeling my length buried inside of her.
Once I felt that I had regained some measure of control, I started a slow withdrawal. At the first feeling of motion, Patty opened her eyes and just said, “ummm,” I smiled and answered, “nice?” and drove back inside her. As I started a steady stroke, Patty’s fingers began rubbing her clit. I adjusted my body to increase the pressure on the back of her hand and I heard her murmur, “gooood…ga…good.”
We continued for a couple of minutes until I had to pause again. I felt liquid electricity building and I found myself gasping to regain control. It seemed to me that Patty had experienced a pleasure wave and was now in a trough and content to let me recover.
This process repeated itself twice more but each time my ability to retain control got shorter and shorter and I thought that when we resumed the end would be near. Both of us were soaked in the sweat of our arousal and exertions and I was trying not to drip all over her. I sensed that Patty could have a wave building as she began rubbing her clit harder, but it turned out that it didn’t matter what I thought. I idly recognized the strains of “Unchained Melody” from the radio as Nature took control and semen erupted from my cock coating the walls of Patty’s vagina. At the last moment, I had stopped stroking into Patty’s cunt and just held myself inside as I let my penile muscles work and pump out my offering in strong pulses; one, two, three, four…Patty was thrashing and moaning her pleasure beneath me when she suddenly clamped down hard and thrust her hips forward emitting a very audible “uuuughhhh…oh God!!”
I collapsed atop her soft body and tried to regain my breath. Patty’s arms and legs were still wrapped around me, and I felt her leg muscles twitching as she squeezed me between them. I kissed her deeply and played with her hair that had become disheveled and spread across the pillow. I lost my erection quickly and was unable to keep her spasming vaginal muscles from pushing me out. Patty’s mouth hung open, but her eyes were mear slits and I could see tears coating her cheeks. Her skin had developed a reddish flush and she continued breathing heavily, not quite gasps, but definitely labored.
I weighed a good seventy pounds more than Patty and so I was concerned that it was too much for her to bear, but when I tried to move, she kept me from doing so. A small voice whispered, “Don’t go….stay, I like to feel you this way.” We laid together not speaking, but holding and cuddling for a long time.
A small light in the corner of the room allowed me the luxury of soaking in the view of her beauty. Face to face, I could see the slopes of her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, while a glance further down revealed the smooth curve of her hips. I picked out a point on her face, the outside corner of her eye and kissed her softly. Then, pulling back, I selected a new site, and slowly my lips traveled down her warm, firm body.
At first, I heard a gentle sigh, a sign of relaxation, perhaps of surrender to the moment. When I kissed the joint between her neck and shoulder, there was a sharper intake of breath, a tightening of her grip on me, and a general shift of her body position. While my lips traveled across to her shoulder, my hand caressed her waist and slid effortlessly down to the top of her hip. Her own hand covered mine.
My other hand cupped the curve of her breast from underneath. Feeling my touch, Patty pushed her breast into my hand, arching her back with another sharp gasp as my fingers slid across the erect tissue of her nipple.
I bent my head and planted a warm kiss on the pink skin. My tongue teased the tiny nub gently, moistening it, then lapping up the moisture. She groaned.
“I can’t believe this,” she whispered.
“Already?” I asked.
“I think so. It felt like it. Just a little one.”
With some reluctance, my lips left her breast and slid slowly down her torso. I kissed each of her ribs, then dragged my tongue across the top of her flat belly, then circled and pressed into her navel. My hand, which was resting on her hip, felt Patty twitch and thrust as she pushed against me. She moaned lowly as my tongue flicked and probed at her belly.
“Goddamn you,” she growled. “You can’t do this.”
“What?” I asked, pulling back for a moment.
“You can’t make me come just by tonguing my navel,” she said.
it wasn’t worth an argument, so I just went back to what I was doing. Patty groaned, making an “nnnnhhh” sound as she fought either for or against the sensation. She shook her head from side to side, her hands weaving through my hair, while her hips thrust upward three or four times, causing her to grunt with the exertion. I felt her body tense under mine, the muscles of her belly becoming taut.
“Oh, goddamn you!” she repeated. “You are a bastard! Please,” she begged. “I’m aching down there. Please!”
“Down here?” I asked, as I slid my tongue deep into her slit, encountering a copious amount of oily, slick girl juice.
“Yes, there!” she moaned, her hips rising to force my tongue deeper into her womanhood.
I was loving the experience as much as she, but I also knew that it was possible to make this an evening that she’d not soon forget, so with very mixed feelings, I backed off and said,
“Not yet. There’s so much more of you to enjoy first.”
“What? Where?” Patty asked plaintively. “Please! Do me. Do me there.”
“One more time,” I assented, “then on to new territory.” I dipped my tongue back into her steaming center, flicked two or three times at the entrance to her vagina, scraped my tongue across her clitoris and then pulled away. “Roll over,” I ordered.
Patty froze, full of uncertainty and frustration. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
“You’re going to have to trust me,” I said.
Patty didn’t immediately comply, but I could see that she was thinking about my strange behavior. She glanced briefly into my eyes, then taking a deep breath, she rolled over onto her belly. I knelt beside her, then straddled her left leg, my right leg pressing upward against her sex. When I planted several soft kisses on her shoulder blades. Patty shrugged and grasped the pillow under her head.
I put my hands on her shoulders and began a gentle rubbing motion. It wasn’t deep or powerful enough to be a massage. It was simply a caress over her shoulders and down her back.
“That’s nice,” she whispered.
When I exchanged the caress of my palms for the gentle scratching of my nails, Patty gasped at the sensation.
“Oh, God!” she said.
For each four or five strokes of the open-handed caress I’d throw in a single light scraping of her skin. Each time I scraped, Patty would sharply inhale and twitch. I alternated the strokes in the same pattern for several minutes.
Gradually I increased the ratio, scraping more often. Her hips began to press down on my leg. She found that as I scraped she could rub herself against my thigh. The frequency and intensity of that rubbing increased. Eventually, I centered the attention of my hands to small ovals just inside the base of her shoulder blades. As I caressed, then scraped, circled and scraped, Patty’s hip motion became regular and intense.
“You son-of-a-bitch,” she growled, her sex pushing against my thigh with some real force. She twitched her hips, then groaned, “Oh, goddamn it!” as her body slammed through another orgasm.
“How do you do that?” she asked. “How do you make me come like that?”
“I didn’t, babe, You did it. Remember? You were humping yourself on my thigh.”
“But my back,” Patty protested. “You knew right where to go. Exactly what to do.”
“What now?” she asked.
“There’s more,” I said, “but you’ll have to lay back down.”
“Are you going to fuck me again?” she said with a matter of factly.
“Well, I was going to try to entertain you some more,” I admitted.
“Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “I want to be fucked. I want your cock inside me.” She leaned toward me and pushed hard. I fell backwards on the bed. Before I could move, Patty had straddled me. On all fours, She crawled up my body and planted her lips on mine. When she released me, I received my orders,”We’re going to fuck, now.”
Patty reached behind and grasped my firming cock in her hand. She placed it at the entrance to her vagina, then settled down on me. Her insides felt like hot honey. My cock, still semi-flaccid from our first encounter, firmed considerably when embedded in Patty’s liquid warmth, which did much to allay my fear that I might not be up to a second round with this spitfire. Patty looked directly into my eyes as she sank down on me. The fires, I could see, had been kindled.
Her motions were so unlike other women I had felt in the ‘cowgirl’ position. Usually when they opted for this, they would bounce and twitch, pound their hips and wail. With them it was all fast, furious and violent. Patty, on the other hand, was like a cat. Instead of thrashing, She would slowly stretch upward, moving me nearly out of her, then sink backward toward my knees. Her motions were languorous and deliberate, pulling, then pushing, squeezing and releasing, all the while moaning and, I swear, purring.
As she slid her body backward I could hear this low rumble deep in her throat. The moans emanated from her as she pulled upwards, her muscles clamping on me, squeezing me as she stretched toward the headboard of the bed.
Time stood still for us. I couldn’t tell how long Patty kept up this motion. She never changed the rhythm, though, until close to the very end. I noticed a thin sheen of sweat on those incredibly beautiful breasts that had been hanging in my face for the last several moments.
Soon however, her motion changed to familiar thrusting. She settled me as deeply into her as possible, and then started thrusting her hips forward and backwards. She pushed her hands against my shoulders, looked into my eyes, and pounded her hips until she groaned a long and low moan, and the clamping on my cock became a more undisciplined, spasmodic and pulsing.
Patty roughly ground our pelvic bones together, which I knew was rubbing her clit between them and which triggered her orgasm.
“Ugh… ugh… ugh…. ahhh… ahhh… umm…. oh fuck… ahhh…ahhhhh…. ahhhhhhhh!
I watched as Patty’s body froze and her eyes rolled up in their sockets, just before I felt her body jerk several times and tremors raced through her body visible just under her flushed skin. To her credit she never released her grip on my cock, which stayed seated firmly inside her vagina, despite the spasms.
When her orgasm finally rolled through her, Patty looked at me and smiled.
“You’re good,” she said. “That was a good one.”
“I had little to do with it,” I reminded her. “You did all the work, I’ve barely moved.”
Patty chuckled. “Then it’s time to get you into the game,” she grinned.
She hooked her legs under mine and threw her weight sideways. We rolled until I was atop her, still buried deep inside.
“There now,” she said matter-of-factly. “Let’s get started.” Truthfully, I was surprised that Patty wasn’t raw and sensitive from the violent rubbing that her cunt had just endured, but then I thought about her story earlier about “taking on the team,” and I guessed her pussy was built for it.
I needed to take my weight off of her, so I repositioned and supported myself on my arms and knees between her legs, then after sliding my cock nearly out of her vagina, I pushed forward and impaled her on my now completely rigid shaft
“Ohhhh, that’s nice,” she moaned, “Do that again?”
I withdrew and plunged forward a second time, making sure that I was buried to the hilt. Ughhh… that’s so good. You have such a wonderful fucking cock. God! I love to feel it inside of me.”
Using those little cues men should learn, but don’t always, I followed Patty’s unspoken instructions regarding penetration and tempo. Soon I felt her hands on my hips giving gentle guidance until they grabbed the flesh, pulling and pushing with increasing intensity and speed, and then her legs wrapped around me which gave her even more ability to control our union. The subtlety of her direction began to disappear under the demanding insistence of her hands, hips and legs, pulling, pounding, pushing and pulling again.
Patty’s eyes were closed, her brow smooth, but tense with concentration. Her lips parted and her breathing became husky gasps; “ugh… ugh… ugh,”. As we slammed into each other she began mouthing then speaking a string of obscenities.
“Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, fuck! Um-hmm. Fuck, yes! Mmmm, yes, fuck me just like that,” she commanded. “That’s it. Fuck. Oh, fuck!”
Her hips pounded against mine. She hunched them backward on each of my withdrawals, ensuring that her clit rubbed against the top of my shaft in the down and in strokes. When I reached nearly full penetration she hunched her hips forward, slamming herself against me.
Patty’s eyes popped open. I saw a glazed look, and deep inside, the blazing fire of her passion.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” she cried.
Patty’s legs and hands pulled me into her while her vaginal muscles clamped onto my cock. I felt my own orgasm build as blood rushed and pulses throbbed and pushed red hot semen through my shaft. I felt my cock swell in its final preparation for my own release as Patty, sensing that I was close, pulled me deeply into her, and gasped with each thrust… cum…cum… cum… oh, goddamn you! Fuck! cum in meeeeee!
In spite of her vise-like grip on my lower body, I managed two more powerful thrusts against her before my own climax rolled over me like a freight train. It was every bit as powerful as the one I’d experienced earlier, but I could tell just by the feel of my spasming cock that this load was mostly clear seminal fluid rather than the sperm rich white milky substance that I’d ejaculated into Patty’s cunt a couple of hours earlier.
When Patty relaxed her grip, she slid her legs upward, wrapping her thighs around my waist. Then, using a gentle rocking motion, she milked my cock for every last drop of cum into the depth of her vagina.
Patty was a woman who knew how to make a man feel ten feet tall. Throughout our lovemaking, she did everything a woman could do to ensure our sexual pleasure was mutual, and I hoped that she was aware of my efforts to that same end.
Even though we were both still gasping for breath like horses after a race. Patty took my face in her hands and pulled me toward her. Her lips burned like coals, and her breath was like hot vapor on my cheek.
“See,” she said between her panting gasps, “I told you that you were good.”
“Too quick,” I stammered, when I was able.
“No,” she shook her head. “It was perfect. I know you gave me two really good ones, and I think there were at least three or four of the yippee kind. I’m not telling Rob, but you’re a much better lover than he is.”
She continued, “I know I’m a little bit of a slut, but you’re something else. Oh, our first fuck was what I expected. You were good, and I just thought that was going to be it. But then you did that massage and scratching thing which no one has ever done to me and you just really got my pot boiling. I rode you to my second orgasm, then you fucked me again to a third. My God! How do you do that at your age?”
Truthfully, I had no idea. It had been some time since I’d been able to conjure up two massive orgasms in the same evening, but to Patty’s question, I decided to respond with my old standby… flattery.
I looked her in the eyes and said, “It totally depends on the filly I’m riding, you’re so beautiful and sensuous, that it would be impossible not to become aroused by you.” It wasn’t a total fabrication, since Patty truly was a gorgeous woman, and I was aroused by her sexuality, but I honestly didn’t know how she triggered my performance.
In any case, I was certain that I was sexually spent for the night and the appearance of Venus herself wouldn’t change that biological fact, so I suggested that we adjourn to the baths. Patty wasn’t familiar with the unique Japanese custom of public bathing, so on the way, I tried to tell her what she needed to know. When we got to the hot bath, I let her go first as I headed to the locker room. When I got back, she was neck deep in one corner and I quickly joined her.
“This is so relaxing,” Patty gushed. It’s just perfect after… you know.” After all we’d just shared, the sudden appearance of a modest, blushing Patty was quite a disconnect, and I couldn’t help but laugh. She caught on immediately, so she tried to clarify her comment, but only succeeded in making it worse. Soon, we were both laughing.
Later Rob and Lei found us and everyone was back with their original partner. For my part, I had certainly enjoyed Patty, and my only regret was that we parted without the opportunity to learn more about her as a person. From our brief time together, I glimpsed a woman that was deeper and more complex than the self confessed ‘slut’ that Patty professed to be. I knew that she and Rob would be returning to America in the near future and I wondered if our paths would ever cross again.
Lei and I spent the night together in the hotel, but it was obvious that neither of us was up for more sex, so we just talked for a while. Somewhere around two in the morning, Lei nodded off in mid sentence, and I turned off the light and joined her.
We parted early the next day. Lei headed west to Yakota, and “Miko,” drove me east back into Tokyo and by noon, I was back at the ANA Hotel. I did a quick check for messages, but there were none, so I put on my running clothes and tried to make up for two days of lost time. Since it was a Sunday, both auto and pedestrian traffic was only twenty percent of normal, so I did eight miles in a tad over an hour through the streets of Ginza to Nihonbashi and back.
In the afternoon, I added some more to my story about Nancy and her journey to the Freyja Club, watched some TV, and ate dinner at the rooftop bar in the hotel.
It wasn’t until late on Monday that I heard from Yoshi as promised. When he told me what he and Moise had done over the weekend, I couldn’t help but be impressed. We agreed to meet for breakfast in the hotel before the Board meeting at eleven.
The five member Joint Venture Board of Directors had two representatives from each partner and Paul Gleeson as the non-aligned Chairman. There was only one agenda item; The retention or termination of Moise Yakindo, who would not be present.
Paul outlined the issue as he understood it and quarried the other members for any clarifications. There were none. I said that I would like the Board to hear a proposal that I thought would satisfy the concerns of all parties and Paul gave me the floor, and translated my words, primarily for the benefit of Kanjisan, who’s command of English was spotty.
I both apologized and emphasized my regret for the fact that the situation had occured in the first place and I understood the angst of our partner’s, but I pointed out that Moise was doing exactly what the Board had charged him to do, which was to grow the business.
I brought Yoshi into the meeting but since he was well known by all parties, no introduction was necessary.
In a few minutes, he briefed the Board on a possible solution to the issue at hand. In effect, he proposed the introduction of a third party for the purposes of achieving the distribution of the Joint Venture’s products in Hokkaido. The JV would license the distribution rights to this new player who would, in turn, grant a sublicense to the company that Moise had originally identified.
It was all ‘smoke and mirrors,’ and everyone around the table recognized that, but in Japan, where ‘face saving’ had been elevated to a high art form, it was necessary.
I made two motions. The first was to retain Moise Yakindo, and the second was to authorize the licensing of distribution rights in the manner outlined in Yoshi’s proposal.
Paul asked for a vote on Moise, and it was immediately obvious that there were three in favor. Toyosan wouldn’t vote until his Chairman did, but after a ceremonial pause, Kanjisan hurumped and nodded. It ended up 5-0 for retention. After that, the approval of the licensing agreement was just a formality.
Moise, Yoshi and I, went out on the town that night and got falling down drunk. I don’t actually remember much about that evening except that at some point, well after two a.m. Moise wanted to talk about a distributor he was considering in Okinawa. Even in my seriously impaired state of consciousness, I almost fainted.